tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10834691732378637172014-10-03T00:41:00.822-07:00the bowser bunchTheBowserBunchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17365466612880941834noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083469173237863717.post-56073367692086626692012-12-11T17:27:00.001-08:002012-12-11T17:53:12.734-08:00"A Father's Plight"There are many joys that come with having 5 kids.&nbsp; I suppose one of the benefits is having the opportunity to learn, grow and become a better father along the way.&nbsp; I guess that sucks for the older children who were forced to endure the twists and turns of a young parent trying to learn on the fly.<br /><br />As this year ends and a new one begins I hope to bring more balance into my lyfe especially in the area of parenting.&nbsp; My oldest daughter turns 17 in four days and I find myself reflecting on the job I've done preparing her for the world.&nbsp; I guess time will tell.<br /><br />I know that no matter how hard I try I can't save her from herself.<br />I can't protect her from this world or reshuffle the deck that's dealt.<br /><br />I realize in my efforts to teach her I lost sight of the big picture.&nbsp; I confronted every issue in the name of consistency and by doing so I became inconsistent with the love I showed.&nbsp; I could easily shift the blame to another name, bringing my past into focus but the truth doesn't always bring justice.<br /><br />I find solace in my regrets<br />Because that means there were attempts<br />I bare the responsibility alone<br />I am the Captain of this ship<br />So in the coming weeks or months<br />As she prepares to leave the nest<br />I did the best that I knew<br />And what I knew was nothing less<br />Just because I tried...doesn't mean I passed every test<br />I learn as I go and change it up as I raise the rest<br />I love her<br />But it's time to let her go<br />Let her spread her wings as I watch from the window<br />Lord she's yours so I release her to your care<br />Help her weather the storms<br />Let her know that you're right there<br />And every decision or choice should not be made without prayer<br />Lord I pray<br />That all my wrongs you'll make right<br />All the mistakes I made she won't repeat in her lyfe<br />Help me to continue to grow<br />So I can stand through this long fight<br />And in the process becoming a better FATHER.....I just might! By Unique TheBowserBunchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17365466612880941834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083469173237863717.post-69851947737146546782012-07-20T14:19:00.000-07:002012-07-20T14:26:47.917-07:00Fatal TruthStop Look and Listen<br />Look into their eyez<br />Listen to their cries<br />Internal bleeding it's a wonder how their still alive<br /><br />Born into a lyfe of nothin<br />Poverty stricken<br />Offer their dream up for consumption<br />Swallow their pride<br />Tell their story<br /><br />"In the lyfe and times of a juvie..." Criminal minds<br />Law and Order makes their lives shorter<br />Their doin time<br />Meds upon Meds<br />Now they've lost their mind<br />Leave them in that veggie state<br />Now that's a lonely place<br />All they do is eat, sleep and defecate<br /><br />Now that just one facet of this story see<br />The truth is a lot of juvies are locked down cause they want to be<br />The system brings them in <br />They want to hold their hand<br />Then release them even though they don't understand<br />The need for respect<br />The purpose of manners<br />Their walkin out the doors<br />Their smilin for the cameras<br /><br />It's politics...It makes me sick...It's a dirty game<br />But somehow I'm apart of it<br />I see what's goin down<br />When I look around<br />But I don't say a thing<br />Because that money green<br />Bills are gettin paid...stackin chips put them back for them rainy days<br /><br />Now that's damn shame<br />I've silenced my voice<br />I could speak the truth<br />But who am I to tell these crooks what they need to do<br />I aint ever scared to tell it like it is<br />But I have obligations...I have a wife and kids<br /><br />We live in a world where money talks and moral walk<br />Say too much much and find your body outlined in the chalk<br />Like MLK and Malcolm X even Kennedy had that scope aimed at his neck<br />How quickly we forget<br />The victims of the cover ups<br />The plots and the set ups<br />You often pay the price when you stand up<br /><br />But even still....<br /><br />Lyfes a precious gift...Take it away and I guarantee I'll be missin it<br />With the blue skies...Sunsets<br />A billion plus folks I haven't met yet<br />Touched yet<br />Connect with....We can build but then tell me what's next<br />keep it movin ...without regret<br />I'm on my grind losin time so I aint slept<br />Scratch the surface<br />Where's my purpose<br />Fulfill my dream... then close the curtain.......I'M Done!<br /><br />By Unique&nbsp; <br /><br /><br />TheBowserBunchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17365466612880941834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083469173237863717.post-35360971624331422722012-03-06T11:37:00.001-08:002012-03-06T11:39:41.633-08:00Happ I Ness....<div class="MsoNormal">Happiness can be explained in a number of ways depending on who you talk to.&nbsp; Sometimes I think happiness is a fictitious concept that we all chase but haven’t met.&nbsp; In the faces of many lies a façade of happiness, a mirage that projects smiles and laughter overshadowing the frowns and tears.&nbsp; Until death do us part. Does that mean when the heart stops beating or when the heart no longer beats as it once did? Happiness, yea it’s a beautiful thing and we are lucky if in this lyfe we see, feel or obtain a mere fraction of it.&nbsp; Do relationships have an expiration date? If so maybe folks will start grabbing them from the back.&nbsp; Do we preserve our relationships? Or do we leave them on counter to spoil, with all intentions to get it later? I wonder if that’s what happened to Will and Jada.&nbsp; </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I wonder if that is how God designed it, that the only true and lasting love would come from above. And that we would spend a lifetime in search of what’s virtually impossible to obtain for a substantial length of time.&nbsp; God said man shouldn’t be alone so he created man a helper and called her woman.&nbsp; I wonder why I have never read anything about their love.&nbsp; I could be wrong but I simply cannot recall love being depicted throughout Genesis in regards to Adam and Eve. Why? Were they in love? Or were they just placed together for the purposes of multiplying and helping maintain the world that the God had created?&nbsp; </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Am I happy?&nbsp; I can say without a shadow of a doubt that I am.&nbsp; It is amazing how in the still of the night the realizations that come to me.&nbsp; As I reflect on how good God truly is and all that he has blessed me with. It pales in comparison to another because this lyfe and this time are mine and mine alone. I love my wife and my emotions are heightened with affection for her even in those moments of frustration to her imperfections.&nbsp; So like Adam I too was given a woman, a helper, a partner and throughout the chapters so far my Love for her is mentioned time and time again.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">"Happiness is selfless</div><div class="MsoNormal">So I exclude myself from the picture</div><div class="MsoNormal">But at your lowest moment, know that I am here with you"</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">By Unique</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div>TheBowserBunchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17365466612880941834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083469173237863717.post-69984917675449940752012-01-23T18:51:00.000-08:002012-01-23T18:51:09.706-08:00No Book<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">I imagine at one point or another every parent asks themselves “Where did I go wrong”.&nbsp; The thought of failing as a parent despite your efforts is a heavy burden to shoulder.&nbsp; As parents you want the best for your kids and you try to instill in them all that they need to tackle this thing called LIFE. With all the books that have been written on parenting, I doubt any of them really hold the secret to being the perfect parent.&nbsp; The fictitious models that we’ve seen on television with the Huxtables or the Bradys were never really realistic to real life situations.&nbsp; Being a parent is probably the hardest job in the world and the responsibility that comes with that is enormous. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">&nbsp;On December 15, 1995 my first daughter was born.&nbsp; I was at a place where I was still trying to figure out my own life.&nbsp; I was weighed down by the baggage of hurt and pain that I had carried my whole life and I didn’t know which road or which direction I was taking.&nbsp; The baggage clouded my vision and made it difficult to put dreams into motion so I found myself stagnate, treading water, going nowhere.&nbsp; I was determined to be a fixture in my child’s life and not repeat a pattern that I had been a part of my life growing up.&nbsp; She was a girl and despite my immaturity I was focused on teaching her at an early age to be independent and strong, constantly raising the bar and watching her reach it almost every time.&nbsp; As I look back I think I may have robbed her of her childhood, of just being carefree with little to no responsibility.&nbsp; I was hard on her but my intentions were pure and delivered out of love.&nbsp; Maybe I wasn’t the best model in the role I played, as parents we often have to lie in the bed we made and all the things that we meant but we did not say. She is 16 now and of course she knows it all.&nbsp; I realize I can’t save her from her mistakes it’s her road and her journey that she has to take.&nbsp; </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">There’s no book to this and I often reflect on all that I try to do and put into this.&nbsp; I stay consistent with the tough love; this world thinks little of who you are so it matters what you’re made of.&nbsp; There’s no book to this, you just do the best you can and know that it hit or miss.&nbsp; I have good kids but their never as good to you as they are to others which makes receiving the comment “Your kids are so well behaved” hard to except….smirk.&nbsp; I guess as parents we all hope to release to the world a better extension of ourselves and pray that through the years they did listen, they did learn and when the storm comes they can stand firm……</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div>TheBowserBunchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17365466612880941834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083469173237863717.post-2922298579939045382011-10-09T16:04:00.000-07:002011-10-09T16:04:49.083-07:00The WaveIt was a nice weekend in Indiana, 80 degrees! No complaints here. Because it was so nice a lot of motorcyclists were out on the road, so I saw a lot of the "wave". You know what I'm talking about.....the hand gesture that people riding bikes give to each other when they pass another biker on the road. You also may have seen Jeep drivers do this as well.<br /><br />What I want to know is where is the mini-van greet? I think we deserve to be put in this category of a general sign of respect for the other. Why aren't we mini van drivers waving at each other.....with acknowledgement that we know what the other is probably going through. There's probably kids yelling at each other in the back seat, babies crying for their mommies, Are we there yet? questioning, change the music station, turn the music up. All those with mini vans know what I'm talking about. So I'm going to start this trend....lol.<br /><br />Short but sweet this time......JTheBowserBunchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17365466612880941834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083469173237863717.post-12346935934309789232011-09-20T16:11:00.000-07:002011-09-20T16:11:22.828-07:00The RemixDefinitions of Remix:<br />as an alternative version of a recorded song, made from an original version. <br />to mix again.<br /><br />Or my own personal definition....take a song and give it a second go around by possibly put someone new in it (ex...jay-z, justin timberlake, or rihanna) make the beat a little faster, a little "funner", and make me want to run it back on replay (haha).&nbsp; <br /><br /><br />I define my life, the Bowser Bunch, as a remix...and God was the producer.<br /><br />Both Unique and I had an original song. We had the first version of our life in our previous marriages...but the intent all along was the REMIX. I mean I know when I hear the remix of a song I rarely go back and listen to the original cuz I like the new version better. For instance, JLo has a song called I'm Real...but I can't even tell you how the original goes cuz the one that is stuck in my head and that I will remember is the remix version with Ja Rule. It's just in general a better song. So is my life...it's a second go around..we aren't a blended family we are a REMIX. And no matter how busy my day is, no matter how many times Amaria screams at me cuz she figures that's how she communicates in this loud family...I'll run this remix back on replay all day! (Trae on the drums, Kiki on the keyboard, Day on the guitar, Kel mixin, Nique on the vocals, and Me and the Munchkin back up<br />dancin...lol)TheBowserBunchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17365466612880941834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083469173237863717.post-65390839786690797202011-09-07T08:41:00.000-07:002011-09-07T08:41:33.634-07:00It's Not A Game!<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As the opening of the NFL season approaches I can’t begin to express the level of excitement I feel.<span>&nbsp; </span>It has been a long agonizing offseason, full of unknowns, with the increasing possibilities of a lost 2011 season. But now the wait is over. The season is days away and many of us will begin to ride the emotional rollercoaster of highs and lows as we follow our cherished team.<span>&nbsp; </span>The time spent following them in the offseason, tracking all of the moves in personnel, and even the financial status of the team and their ability to improve. Wow! Is this a sickness? Is there something wrong with devoting so much time and energy to a sport team that offers so little in return?<span>&nbsp;</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span></span>I have a long standing relationship with the New York Football Giants that extends 20 plus years.<span>&nbsp; </span>It can be as crazy as any other relationship at times.<span>&nbsp; </span>A love/hate relationship, in which any given Sunday they can break my heart, let me down and disappoint to no end.<span>&nbsp; </span>In the very next breath or week they can bring a level of joy and happiness because of the way they performed and fought to win the game.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I love football.<span>&nbsp; </span>I love the competitiveness and the mental focus it takes to win.<span>&nbsp; </span>I love the physical nature of the game.<span>&nbsp; </span>Being a defensive player in my day, there is nothing like delivering a hit on an offensive player, dislodging the ball and watching as they struggle to get to their feet.<span>&nbsp; </span>But today, in this moment I was hit with the bigger picture. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The season kicks off Thursday for 2 teams but for the other 30 teams it begins on September 11, 2011.<span>&nbsp; </span>This marks the 10 year anniversary of the most devastating attack this country has faced since Pearl Harbor. So as I sit here anxiously awaiting the start of the season, I realize there are millions of friends and family members revisiting the pain, agony and devastation of the moment when they first heard the news or saw the impact.<span>&nbsp; </span>There will be over 6000 grave site visited, specifically because of that fateful day.<span>&nbsp; </span>I think about how close I came to losing my children’s mother in the pentagon.<span>&nbsp; </span>How my life and the life of my children would have changed had she been a part of that 6000.<span>&nbsp; </span>I am humbled and ever so thankful that the Lord spared her and therefore sparing me and our 3 children the unimaginable grief while attempting to pick up the pieces.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I wonder how the day began for the 6000 people who lost their life 10 years ago.<span>&nbsp; </span>I would imagine that it began like any other Tuesday, in which we dread the long week ahead of us, alarms fail to go off, and cars won’t start, not to mention the traffic that’s so thick you wonder why it is you even own a vehicle.<span>&nbsp; </span>What about the argument that morning between spouses or the night before in which they left the house not speaking to each other. It’s like a horror movie to imagine those folks morning and what each person encountered, not knowing that it would be their last.<span>&nbsp; </span>How did your morning start? What have you taken for granted this morning? I can only imagine the things those people would do different if they had the chance.<span>&nbsp; </span>All the things they thought were so important but were really just meaningless.<span>&nbsp; </span>All of the regrets they were forced to take with them without the opportunity to make amend.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I used to always say “It's Not A Game” as I referred to football.<span>&nbsp; </span>I guess that speaks to the intensity in which I viewed the game.<span>&nbsp; </span>The truth is, at the end of the day it is a game and it is trivial to say the least when stacked up against the important issues we faced today.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I think it is important that we keep the proper perspective, stay grounded and remain humbled to the chances that we have every day to enjoy life. There is beauty that is ever present regardless if the sun doesn’t shine, the rain starts to pour, and the temperature goes from 87 to 54, trust me it’s there.<span>&nbsp; </span>Did you look? Can you see it? I did …….and I do. <span>&nbsp;By Unique</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>TheBowserBunchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17365466612880941834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083469173237863717.post-69722979212677068342011-09-01T07:50:00.000-07:002011-09-01T07:50:48.582-07:00PoliticsPolitics: The science or art of political government......The practice or profession of conducting political affairs.<br /><br />I have never been a political person, although politics surround me. &nbsp;It lurks in every corner and crevice of society. &nbsp;I view it as a game that I watch from afar, there are no true winners and the real losers wear the scar.<br /><br />I've seen enough through the years and heard the lies with my own ears, ignorance is bliss as we turn a blind eye to our own fears.<br /><br />Republican or Democrat? Oh is that a fact...a Trillion dollar neither one of them can handle that. We have always been a country divided and we can't deny it, so many agendas... they can't even hide it.<br /><br />How do you go from "We the people" to "Separate but equal"...come on, this is what the mess was built on. Tranquility, Liberty and Posterity but we are still in need of clarity between what they say and what they do, in the end the only one looking out for you....is YOU.<br /><br />I don't know it all but I know what I know, I'm not self absorbed and I'm willing to grow. &nbsp;Our only command was that we love The Supreme, and love our neighbor, so simple it seems, but it's a trying task to say the least especially when the focus is controlling that monetary beast.<br /><br />It's not about&nbsp;affiliations, let build relations, find that common ground and become a nation, under GOD...Indivisible, it's not rocket science...it shouldn't take a&nbsp;miracle. &nbsp;By Unique<br /><div>&nbsp;</div><br /><br /><br /><br />TheBowserBunchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17365466612880941834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083469173237863717.post-1385250420485707682011-07-21T08:54:00.000-07:002011-07-21T08:54:59.361-07:00Short and Sweet...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">‎"I shoulda listened when they spoke those words..read between the lines and seen the truth in the lies... so now ima ride this wave even if it be the death of me...let the vultures feed until there's nothin left of me my heart on my sleeve expect nothin less from me." By Unique</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">‎"Love is like poker...you can't expect everyone to CALL, some will only CHECK but most will choose to FOLD without even trying" By Unique</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">‎"After<br />5 seconds I knew u were special/After 5 minutes I knew u were 1 of a<br />kind/After 5 hours all I could do is imagine n wonder how after 5 days<br />this could have eva of happen/After 5 months it was a wrap I was<br />sold/Realizing wat I found was more precious than gold/It was a yr<br />and some change b4 we took those vows/And<br />5 months after I still feel like WOW!...." By Unique</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">‎"By opening yourself up to other peoples views and opinions you will either be enlightened or strengthened in your own understanding" By Unique</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">‎"Neva sell your soul for monetary gain, Lyfe is a game so if you're losin that's a shame. Politics, Religion the hustle is the same, all a man has is his character and his....name" By Unique</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">‎"I'm boycottin Valentines, I don't need a DAY... to tell my lady that she's mine, how much I need her and that she's on my mind. EVERYDAY I try to show her love, doing little things...just because. I might rub her feet while she takes a nap, I got the house work and the kids boo.....just relax." By Unique</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">‎"Sometimes we get too busy and that's unfortunate, our days go 100 miles an hour and we're missing every bit of it, goals have been set and we sacrifice so much in pursuit of it, we've created a race against time and we're losing it..." By Unique</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">A yr ago 2morrow I said "I DO",<br />"I DO" to all the things known and unknown,<br />"I DO" to the expected and even the unexpected,<br />"I DO" to a lifelong commitment to loving her, giving her my very best...and even then I reach deeper for the rest.<br />"I DO" to every situation, unconditionally the words resonated through me, fearful that my best would be less than she deserved, I stood tall and just let them fall...." By Unique</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">‎"I used to wear pain like a badge<br />I carried hurt like luggage<br />With my eyez wide shut<br />I thought I saw the truth but it wasn't<br />Nothin but lies in that fairytale, lost in that mental jail<br />I broke free, spread my wings....now i see very well."<br />By Unique</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">“Mental weakness is a form of slavery, bound and shackled, vulnerable to the controlling force of its master…laughter is disengaged when the seriousness is realized, and foolishly we rationalize the truth and the lies… in hope to keep alive that weakness…that sickness..</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">‎Mental strength is how we become empowered to combat these vices…these habits…it’s the things we really want to walk away from but we reach back and grab it. It doesn't matter how long or short the list, some people are oblivious and don’t even know their…..Mental Weakness” By Unique</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">‎"For every father who has failed to answer the call I can give you a mother who has also dropped the ball. So lets take a moment to recognize the MEN holding it down, doing their best without a script, without wavering....not even a little bit" By Unique</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">‎"Being a father isn't about being perfect, it's about staying the course, caring enough to sacrifice the short term for the benefits of the long term to release to the world a better extension of you." By Unique</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span>TheBowserBunchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17365466612880941834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083469173237863717.post-15001516889238969332011-07-14T11:04:00.000-07:002011-07-14T11:04:14.543-07:00Friends.....How many of us have them? &nbsp;Today true friendship is hard to come by. &nbsp;I see my kids and I feel sorry for them that they may not experience the friendships that I have in my life. &nbsp;A true friend isn't bound to a certain city or state, organization or church group but they extends beyond the barriers of life itself and into eternity. True friendship can't be confined to social network sites like facebook, in which some people have upwards of 500 friends. A real friend has no agenda, there friendship isn't conditional on what you're able to do for them. &nbsp;The friendship is about the laughter shared, the support given and ability to keep it real at all times. &nbsp;They tell each other the truth and not what they want to hear but they do it in a way that is sensitive to their situation. &nbsp;At the end of the day there is a thin line between true friendship and family, and they are often one in the same. &nbsp;A true friend is blessing that we should never take for granted and count ourselves fortunate that if nothing else we have at least......ONE. &nbsp;By UniqueTheBowserBunchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17365466612880941834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083469173237863717.post-8670611225677959602011-07-14T10:15:00.000-07:002011-07-14T10:17:26.158-07:00In The Mind Of A ManLost in the mind of a man with a dream<br />No one knows the things I've seen<br />The things I've heard or the things I've shared<br />But maybe one day when I find my way<br />The things I will say...will be the things I've learned<br />While......In the mind of a man. &nbsp;By UniqueTheBowserBunchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17365466612880941834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083469173237863717.post-30868993892545112532011-07-12T07:11:00.000-07:002011-07-14T10:19:03.453-07:00Taking the time......to appreciate the little things. &nbsp;Every now and again, when I stand still enough to take in all the beauty that's around me, I get an overwhelming appreciation for all that I have. &nbsp;Unfortunately life tends to be a race and the destination is never really the finish line. &nbsp;I love being busy, and with our family there is plenty to keep us that way but it scares me when the state of being busy clouds my mind, alters my mood or maybe a hint of stress that not even I am aware of.. &nbsp;So I find myself wanting to take life in stride, not slowing down but appreciating things more along the way. &nbsp;I think in some ways being in a mindset of being busy all the time is the devils ways of distracting us, keeping us from what's really important in life such as our Spiritual, Mental, Physical and Emotional health. &nbsp;It's so easy to be consumed by the negative that surrounds us. &nbsp;It is harder to be a LIGHT that shines positive in the midst of a downward spiraling worldTheBowserBunchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17365466612880941834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083469173237863717.post-18715627582204180702011-06-25T11:59:00.000-07:002011-06-25T11:59:14.349-07:00the small things....I wish our kids would continue to love "the small things" in life like they do when they are 2.<br /><br />For instance, when I wash Kihanna's blanket, she runs around the house with such excitement telling everyone "my blanket is washed, my blanket is washed." When I buy her strawberries, fruit snacks, or any one of her favorite treats she gives me the biggest hug and says "thank you mommy!!" She is so excited when I make popcorn, loves it when I tell her we are going to "header's", and is the first one to come running to me when I walk in the door from work.<br /><br />They say its the "terrible twos" but I have a feeling come 3 and 4 years old this small stuff that is exciting her now won't be so exciting anymore.....and I will be wishing for those so-called terrible twos again.TheBowserBunchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17365466612880941834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1083469173237863717.post-52003715839925357212011-05-18T13:55:00.001-07:002011-05-18T17:18:12.944-07:00IntroWelcome to "The Bowser Bunch". &nbsp;We are a family of 7 strong, 1 beautiful woman, 1 beautiful teenage girl who thinks she is grown (smirk) 3 beautiful lil girls, 1 teenage boy (yea I know what a shame...smirk) and last but not least, ME, the Man of the Bunch. &nbsp;To say there is never a dull moment is an understatement, between work, school, workouts, sports events for the kids, housework, diaper changes, and pot training, trying to fit in quality time with everyone is tough....but we make it work.<br /><br />Our family consists of a lot of characters with different personalities, a competitive bunch we are so playing household games can get pretty lively.<br /><br />So stay tuned for regular updates surrounding &nbsp;TBB and all the madness ;)TheBowserBunchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17365466612880941834noreply@blogger.com1